Sailor, wait up.
You're mine, baby.
I got something for you.
Marietta tells me you've been trying
to fuck her in the toilets
for the past ten minutes.
Oh, man.
You crazy fucking bad boy,
trying to fuck your girl's mama.
Now, tell me, how would
that cute little cunt Lula feel about that?
You know, Marietta just gave me this.
- Yeah?
- To kill you.
Afterwards, she said, Lula's mine.
Sailor, he's got a knife!
Sailor!
- Hello.
- Is Lula there?
Who is this?
Sailor Ripley.
Can I talk to Lula?
There's no way in hell
that you gonna talk to her.
If you ever think
about seeing Lula. You're dead.
What?
You heard me.
And don't you ever call here again.
Mama?
You know who that was.
And you know that you aren't...
and I mean are rot
gonna see him ever.
End of story.
Like hell.
Lula.
- Baby!
- Peanut!
Hey, baby!
Baby, I got a surprise for you.
My snakeskin jacket!
Thanks, baby!
Did I ever tell you this here jacket
represents a symbol of my individuality
and my belief in personal freedom?
About 50,000 times.
I got us a room at the Cape Fear,
and guess what.
Powermad's playing at the...
Hurricane.
Stab it and steer.
Geez Louise, Sailor, baby,
you are somethin' else.
When I was 15,
my mama told me that pretty soon
I'd be starting to think about sex,
and I should tell her
before I did anything about it.
But, honey, I thought you told me
your Uncle Pooch raped you
when you was 13.
That's true.
Uncle Pooch wasn't really an uncle.
He was a business partner
of my daddy's.
Mama never knew nothin'
about me and him.
That's for damn sure.
You know what?
You're a pumpkin.
Mommy!
Oh, my God, you sick...
Get out!
You son of a bitch!
Uncle Pooch died in a car crash
three montIs later
while he was holidaying
in Myrtle Beach.
They still got way too much traffic
there for my taste.
Have you been noticin'
the buildup in traffic?
Here she goes again.
I'm sorry, Sailor,
but that ozone layer is disappearin'.
One of these mornings,
the sun's gonna come up
and burn a hole clean through
the planet like an electrical x-ray.
That ain't never will happen, honey.
At least not in our lifetime.
By then, they'll be
driving Buicks to the moon.
Are you okay, honey?
That woman's laugh creeps me out.
Sounds like somethin' I heard before.
Sounded like the Wicked Witch.
Just sounded like an old gal
having a good time to me.
You about ready to do some dancin'?
Honey, I'm always ready to dance.
But I need my kiss first.
Just one.
I'm gonna hire me a hit man
if you don't help me stop this thing.
I'm going to make a call
to Marcello Santos.
Now, Marietta, I am gonna help you,
so don't be getting carried away.
You don't want to bring Santos
and his bunch into this.
You're just jealous of him
'cause he's still sweet on me.
Have you been seeing him again?
Oh, my God!
I don't believe this.
Johnnie Farragut...
who doesn't even trust
his very own Marietta?
All right, I'm sorry, honey...
I just love you,
and it just brings out that...
...ugly jealous side.
I hate it. God!
No tongue.
My lipstick.
Sweetheart, I want you
to stop worrying about me
and start worrying about how
to get Lula away from that murderer.
Honey, wait a minute, now.
Sailor ain't no murderer.
Now, listen to me.
You gotta get off of that kick.
As far as I know, Sailor was completely
clean before he got involved in that...
event with Lula.
And even there,
he was trying to protect her.
That crazy Bob Ray Lemon
was coming at both of them
with a knife, for God's sake.
He coulda killed both of them.
You oughta be thanking him.
I don't even know why
I have to tell you all this, honey.
You was there,
you saw the whole damn thing.
Didn't you?
Sailor boy!
How would you like
to fuck Lula's mama?
No. Ma'am...
I sure don't.
Lula's mama would like to fuck you.
Come on.
Miss Fortune, I really think
you need a cup of coffee.
I really do.
Maybe I was there,
but I didn't see anything at all.
And all I know is is that trash...
he killed a man with his bare hands,
hands that are probably
all over my baby right now.
Honey, come on, now, settle down.
It's all right.
Come on, now.
It's all right.
You listen to me,
I want what's best for her, too, honey.
And I'm gonna do everything I can
to bring her back home, all right?
Baby, quit bouncin'.
I got one more toe to do.
Let's go dancin', Peanut.
I'm ready.
But we better be careful,
'cause Mom's gonna have
Johnnie Farragut on us
like a duck on a June bug.
And that Johnnie
is one clever detective.
You know how clever?
How clever?
He told me once he could find
an honest man in Washington.
Just one, two more moments
and my toes will be dry.
One thing puzzles my mind, sugar.
What's that?
You're 20 years old.
Ain't you ever curious why your mama's
got this fixation on keepin' us apart?
I'll tell you, Lula.
Well... it's more
than me killing Bob Ray Lemon.
Well, maybe my mama cares for me
just a little too much.
Yeah, maybe.
I just wanna kiss you goodbye.
'Cause you know too many things
about Lula's mama.
What do you mean?
Johnnie told me you used to be
a driver for Marcello Santos.
So what?
So maybe one night
you got too close to a fire.
So, baby, you're gonna burn.
Besides, you're a shit.
You think that I'd let my little girl
hang out
with a piece of s-h-i-t like you?
Kid, you belong in one of these toilets.
You filthy piece of white trash.
You...
You're gonna have to kill me
to keep me away from Lula.
Don't you worry about that.
And before I do,
I'm gonna cut your balls off
and feed 'em to ya.
Gonna have to kill me.
I can arrange that.
It's a problem I don't think
is gonna go away too soon, though.
Peanut, I'm thinkin' of breakin' parole
and taking you out to sunny California.
Are you up for that?
I'd go the far end
of the world for you, baby.
You know I would.
Rockin' good news.
Those toenails
about dry yet, sweetheart?
We got some dancin' to do.
Are you gonna provide me
with an opportunity
to prove my love to my girl?
Or are you gonna
save yourself some trouble?
Step up like a gentleman
and apologize to her.
Don't fuck with me, man.
You look like a clown
in that stupid jacket.
This is a snakeskin jacket.
And for me,
it's a symbol of my individuality
and my belief in personal freedom.
Asshole.
Come here.
Sailor, honey...
I'm sorry to do this to you here
in front of a crowd and all,
but I want you to get up
and apologize to my girl.
I'm sorry.
Well, hell. You just bumped up
against the wrong girl is all.
That's good.
Now go get yourself a beer.
You fellas have a lot
of the same power "E" had.
Y'all know this one?
Treat me like a fool
Treat me mean and cruel
But love me
Break my faithful heart
Tear it all apart
But love me
Won't you love me?
Well, if you ever go
Darling, I'll be oh so lonely
I'll be sad and blue
Crying over you, dear, only
I would beg and steal
Beg and steal
Just to feel
Just to feel
Your heart
I want your heart
Beating close to mine
So close to mine
Well, if you ever go
Darling, I'll be oh so lonely
Beggin' on my knees
All I ask is please
Please love me
Oh, yeah
So sweet.
Sail... how come
you didn't sing me Love Me Tender?
You told me that was
your favorite love song.
I told you I was only gonna sing
Love Me Tender to my wife.
Sailor, baby.
You ever think somethin'...
...and hear a wind...
...and see the Wicked Witch of the East
comin' flying in?
I really did miss your mind
while I was out at Pee Dee, baby.
The rest of you, too, of course,
but the way your head works
is God's own private mystery.
What was it you was thinkin'?
Well, I was thinkin'
about smokin' actually.
My mama smokes Merits now.
It used to be she smoked Viceroys.
I started stealin' 'em from her
about sixth grade.
When'd you start smokin', Sail?
I guess I started smokin'
when I was about four.
My mom was already dead then
from lung cancer.
What brand did she smoke?
Marlboros, same as me.
I guess both my mama and my daddy
died of smoke or alcohol related illness.
Geez, Sail, honey, I'm sorry.
It's okay, honey.
I didn't hardly
used to see them, anyways.
I didn't have much parental guidance.
The public defender kept saying that
at my parole hearing.
He was a good old boy.
Stood by me.
I'd stand by you, Sail.
Through anything.
Hell, Peanut...
You stuck by me
after I planted Bob Ray Lemon.
A man can't ask for more than that.
You move me, Sail.
You really do.
You mark me the deepest.
You're perfect for me, too.
You remind me of my daddy, you know.
Mama told me he liked skinny women
with breasts that stood up
and said hello.
He had a long nose, too,
just like yours.
Did I ever tell you how my daddy died?
In a fire, as I recall.
Yeah.
Mama told me he poured kerosene
all over himself and lit a match.
That was a year before I met you.
No, Marietta, I haven't found them yet.
Why don't you just try to take it easy?
Johnnie, I'm gonna stay right here
by this telephone
until you find Lula,
and then I'm gonna come get her.
So you call me the second
you get to New Orleans.
- I will, honey.
- Please! Dont you let me down again.
- I'll miss you.
- Get going!
- Okay. Bye.
- Bye. Honey.
Well, I guess you broke parole now.
You guess?
Baby, my parole was broke 200 miles
back when we burned Portagee County.
I guess I'll send Mama
a postcard from somewhere.
I don't want her to worry
no more than necessary.
That's not why
I called you here, Santos.
That don't smell like a Kool.
It ain't.
It's part of the lessons of life.
Just tell me what you want.
Honey, you ain't gonna begin
worrying now over what's bad for you.
I mean, here you are
crossing state lines
with an A-number-one
certified murderer.
Manslaughterer, honey, not murderer.
Don't exaggerate.
Okay. Manslaughterer...
who just broke parole
and got nothin' in mind
but immoral purposes...
as far as you're concerned.
Thank the Lord!
Well, you ain't let me down yet, Sail.
It's more than I can say
for the rest of the world.
You please me, too, Peanut.
You want me to shoot Sailor
in the brains with a gun?
Yes.
In the forehead?
Yes.
Wrong.
It's always better to blow a hole
through the back of the head,
right through to the bridge of the nose.
Lots of irreparable brain damage.
See? I knew you had it under control.
You're a little slow,
but you're beginning to get it.
Why didn't you send Johnnie Farragut?
Maybe I did.
Why don't you think
of looking in New Orleans?
Lula can't stop talkin' about that town.
On one condition.
You give me permission
to kill Johnnie Farragut.
Santos, please!
You're not telling me
you're that sweet on him, are you?
What... no!
- Are you that sweet on him?
- No, but I can't...
'Cause one day he is gonna find out
what we are up to with Mr. Reindeer,
and he can cause us
an awful lot of trouble.
I'll take your silence as a yes.
- No! No! No, Santos.
- It's all right.
You cannot kill Johnnie, no!
- It's all right.
- No, you're... you're not gonna kill him!
- You're not gonna kill him.
- No, no, no.
No. Not Johnnie.
You kill Sailor.
I am going to kill Sailor.
You can be certain of that.
Hello, there, Mr. Reindeer.
This is Marcello Santos speaking.
Mr. Marcello Santos.
Hey, there!
That was great shit
you sent in last month.
I got a problem.
In fact, I got a couple of problems.
Got a couple of problems, huh?
For each problem, drop a silver dollar
through my mail slot...
with all particulars.
We'll work out il corto later.
Have a beautiful day.
We are.
Treat me like a fool
Treat me mean and cruel
Oh, yeah, but love me
Keep them white panties up, baby.
We're in Jimmy Swagger country now.
You know what?
That little bitch Susie stole my comb.
Well, fuck her.
I hate that.
- I know.
- Stupid little shit.
Phone's ringin'.
Juara.
A couple of silver dollars
came my way today.
I'm sending one to you
with a paper on the beneficiary.
As usual, you are completely free
to fulfill the obligation
in any manner you so desire.
Hr fact. Seed Reggie
and Dropshadow over here
for the silver dollar
and the papers. Now.
They are on their way.
Who's gettin' that second silver dollar?
That's for me to know.
Yeah?
Thank you, Mr. Reindeer.
Have fun, darling.
How are you doing, there, boy?
Sometimes, Sail,
when we're makin' love...
...you just about take me
right over that rainbow.
You are so aware
of what goes on with me.
I mean, you pay attention.
And I swear, baby,
you got the sweetest cock.
It's like it's talkin' to me
when you're inside,
like it's got this little voice all its own.
And you get right on me.
You really are dangerously cute, baby.
I gotta admit it.
Let's go out into the crazy world
of New Orleans.
Go to Ronnie's
and get a fried banana sandwich.
Okay.
That's just about the cutest thing
I've ever seen.
Isn't it, though?
Pigeons spread diseases
and mess up the place.
You've seen that.
The big N.O.
Santos, I don't know.
Well, Santos,
I'm having second thoughts.
Guess what.
There's no turning back, remember?
I'm in a killin' mood.
Sartos. Look. H...
he saw your boyfriend on Bourbon Street.
I'm not sure.
Are you in New Orleans?
Did you run into Johnnie
in New Orleans?
Crazy fucking bitch.
Ladies, what are you?
You're not just a pretty face
with a fucking smile.
You're here
to make Mr. Reindeer happy
and to show him a good time.
Do not bring misfortune
upon yourselves.
When I gave you the silver dollar,
I forgot to include the contents
of this envelope.
They are to be returned.
Show it just before the deed.
I fell for you, baby, like a bomb
Now my love's gone up in flames
I knew I had an important lesson
to learn that day.
When she got almost to the top step,
I stuck my hand
between her legs from behind.
Oh, baby.
What a bad boy you are.
Baby, what a bad boy you are.
That's just what she said.
Man, I had a boner with a capital "O."
Anyway, I found her lyin' in a room
filled with assault weapons
and "Spankhouse" magazines,
so I slid my hand
between her legs again and...
she closed her thigIs on it.
You excite me, honey.
Then what'd she do?
Well, her face was half-pushed
into the pillow,
and I remember she looked back
over her shoulder at me
and said, "I won't suck you.
Don't ask me to suck you."
Poor baby.
She doesn't know what she missed.
What color hair she have?
Jet black.
But gentlemen prefer blondes.
Anyway, dig this.
She turns over,
peels off them orange pants,
spreads her legs real wide
and says to me...
Take a bite of peach.
Jesus, honey!
You more than sort of got
what you come for.
Baby, you better run me
back to the hotel.
You got me hotter
than Georgia asphalt.
Say no more,
but go easy on me, sweetheart.
Tomorrow we got
a lot of drivin' to do.
Hotter than Georgia asphalt.
Wouldn't it be fabulous
if we someway stayed in love
for the rest of our lives?
You think of the weirdest damn things
to say sometimes, Peanut.
Ain't we been doing
a pretty fair job thus far?
You know exactly what I mean, sugar.
It'd make the future so simple and nice.
Well, I've done a few things in my life
which I ain't too proud of.
But I'll tell you, from now on, I ain't
gonna do nothin' for no good reason.
All I know for sure is
there's more than a few bad ideas
runnin' around loose out there.
You know, there's something
I ain't never told you about, Sailor.
And this here's a story
with a lesson about bad ideas.
And what's that?
Well, my cousin Dell
was always fightin' bad ideas.
See, Dell loved Christmas.
We used to call him "Jingle Dell."
He wanted Christmas
to last all year long.
He sure would scream out
when his mama told him
it was summertime
and Christmas was six montIs off.
And also... he would say
that he felt those men
with black rubber gloves
was followin' him around.
Dell said that trust and the spirit
of Christmas was destroyed
by ideas being controlled
by aliens wearing black gloves.
These aliens would get Dell
to do all kinds of things.
Then he'd carry on about the weather.
Talk about how rainfall's
controlled by aliens living on Earth.
Aunt Rootie told Dell
that one day he would realize
that the alien wearing the black gloves
was him and him alone.
Well, it sounds like old Dell's more
than just a little bit confused, Peanut.
Well, Dell was learnin' a hard lesson.
It got so he'd stay up
all night making sandwiches.
Dell, what are you doing?
I'm making my lunch!
Mama told me Aunt Rootie...
that's Dell's mama...
...found cockroaches
in Dell's underwear.
One time, she found Dell puttin'
one big cockroach right on his anus.
Hell, Peanut.
It ain't so funny now, though.
Dell disappeared.
Nobody's seen him since.
It's too bad he couldn't...
...visit that old Wizard of Oz and...
...get some good advice.
Too bad we all can't, baby.
Hello?
You're there.
You're there. Johnnie.
Marietta?
What's wrong, honey?
Johnnie.
Sweetheart. Well. Yeah.
Im gonna tell you... listen. Honey.
I want you to know
something, sweetheart.
I've done something so bad.
Real bad.
What?
Im rot gonna tell you
or the telephone. Ro.
I'm gonna come
to New Orleans tomorrow,
and I'm gonna tell you in person, okay?
Don't you do that to me, honey.
You'd freak out
if I did something like that to you.
What... what is it?
No. I'm not gonna tell you
on the phone, okay?
But, honey, I gotta leave right now
and get on their trail.
The kids have been here.
They checked out
of the Hotel Brazil this morning.
No! Stay right there.
Don't go anywhere.
I'm coming in on Piedmont
tomorrow on the 7:00 flight.
Johnnie. You and h are
going after Lula together.
All right, honey,
if that's what you want.
But I'm against it.
And, sugar,
we're gonna go have dinner
at our favorite French restaurant.
Okay? You fix it up.
Okay, bye, now.
H love you.
How much we got left, baby?
Under a hundred.
You want me to drive for a stretch
so you get a chance to rest?
Yeah, that'd be good, Lula.
Come or in there. San Antonio. Texas.
What's or your
almost perfect mind this evening?
H just had triple bypass
open heart surgery.
And h wart you to know
it's people like you that made me...
Jesus. How can anybody
listen to this crap?
...for her recent divorce.
Shot and killed her three children...
...shot right between...
...a local judge praised
defendant John Roy
but was dismayed to learn that Roy had
had sex with the corpse.
- What?
- Roy's lawyer was quoted as saying...
...state authorities. Last October.
Released 500 turtles
into the Garges
to try and reduce human pollution
and row plan
to put in the crocodiles
to devour floating corpses.
Holy shit!
It's night of the living fucking dead!
What's that, Peanut?
I can't take no more of this radio.
I never heard so much shit
in all my life.
Sailor Ripley, you get me some music
on that radio this instant!
I mean it!
...was victim of a sexual assault...
...mutilated... raped...
Powermad!
Powermad!
Johnnie, I can't.
I can't tell you now, honey, listen.
Is there any way... any way that we could
get out on the road tonight?
Honey, something was upsetting you
bad last night when you called.
And you wanted to tell me.
So I figured if you wanted to tell me,
that you wanted me to help you.
I did.
I did. But that was last night.
Right now, I need your help,
and we have to find Lula
before it's too late.
Honey, I have to ask you something.
Okay.
Is Santos involved in this in any way?
Hell, no.
You think I would do something like that
without coming to talk to you first?
I'm sorry.
Goddamn Pucinski, son of a bitch.
Who, Uncle Pooch?
Yeah, Uncle Pooch...
the son of a bitch that
introduced Santos to you and Clyde.
Johnnie, that's all in the past.
Right now, what you and I have to do,
we have to think
about our future, sugar.
Do you mean that?
You bet your sweet ass I do.
Gosh.
Did I tell you how great it was
to see you again?
Just about five times, that's all.
God, Johnnie.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Johnnie, let's get our backsides
out of this town and go get my Lula.
Okay.
What's troubling you, sugar?
You know, Lula, I never told you
what all I was doing before I met you.
Well, I just figured
you was out being Mr. Cool.
Not exactly, sugar.
One reason we're in
all the trouble we're in right now
is 'cause of what I was doing.
I tried to tell you this before.
You're scaring me, baby.
Well, there's a good side
as well as a bad side to it.
And the good side is I knew your daddy
and I thought Clyde was a good old guy.
You knew my daddy?
Yes, I did.
I sure did.
The bad side of it is I did some driving
for a man named Marcello Santos.
Oh, shit.
I quit working for him,
but just before I did,
I ended up one night at a house.
I didn't know then,
but it was your house.
I don't know what it is
they all think I saw that night,
but I was just sitting out in the car
till the whole place went up in flames.
Oh, God, Sailor.
That's the night my sweet daddy died.
I know, sugar.
Daddy?
That's some big secret
you been carrying, Sail.
We all got a secret side, baby.
Hope you don't think
I've been lying to you about other things.
Lula, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Are you upset with me?
It's just shocking sometimes...
...when things aren't the way
you thought they were.
Well, we're really out
in the middle of it now, ain't we?
I'm gonna pack real fast,
and then I'm gonna
meet you downstairs.
Oh, my God, what we could've done
in that king-size bed tonight.
Don't you worry, honey.
I'm gonna make up for it.
All right.
- See you in just a minute.
- Okay.
What's that?
I don't know.
It looks like clothes.
Oh, God, Sailor.
One bad car accident.
What are we gonna do?
I don't know, honey,
but we gotta help that girl...
get her to a town and hope
no one catches on I broke parole.
I got a bobby pin.
There's the bobby pin.
I can't find it.
My mother's gonna kill me.
It's got all my cards in it,
and it was in my pocket,
and now my pocket's gone.
You gotta help me find it.
My mother's gonna kill me.
It's got all my cards in it,
and it was in my pocket.
It was... it was in my pocket.
My purse is gone!
My purse is gone!
Now she tells me!
Now she fucking tells me!
- Let's get a hold of her quick.
- You think she's gonna make it?
Don't know, but she's gonna bleed
all over our car, I'll tell you that.
Hello. Girl!
You gotta come with us, honey.
Leave me alone!
Robert!
Shit.
Got this damn sticky stuff in my hair.
Got this sticky stuff in my hair.
You better come with us, honey.
- Come on.
- I gotta find my wallet.
Don't say one word of this
to my mother, please. Please.
God, she's gonna kill me.
You can't worry about that.
You got...
Oh, God!
Where's my hairbrush?!
God, she's dying right in front of us.
Get my lipstick.
It's in my purse.
She died right in front of us, Sailor.
Why'd she have to go
and do that, Sailor?
Let's get outta here, honey.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph.
Oh, God!
Come on.
I don't understand this
not just one tiny bit.
See, he told me to come down here
to wait for him in that lobby there,
that he'd meet me in the lobby.
And what I feel is that something
terrible has happened to him.
Well, perhaps we should call
a local law enforcement officer.
No! No, please.
Please, please, no.
See, the last thing I need
is some damn policeman
just moving the hell
and going around here
and I just can't.
No, no.
I'm sorry.
I must have overlooked this.
I'm truly sorry, madam.
What?
Could you... could...
"Gone fishing with a friend."
"And maybe buffalo hunting, too."
Buffalo hunting?
I've gone buffalo huntin'?
What the fuck does that mean?
Buffalo huntin'.
I'm sure I wouldn't know.
I mean...
Oh, my God.
He's afraid.
He's done it again!
The fucker split!
I made a commitment.
Santos!
Gentlemen, I'd like to take
this opportunity to ask you,
please, clear out.
How rude!
Me, too?
Yeah, you, too.
What'd you do to Johnnie?
Where's Johnnie?
I wanna know what's happening here!
Would you tell me what's happening?
You tell me what's happening here.
You've been crying?
You gotta cut out
this crybaby stuff, you know.
You're my girl now.
And Santos... Santos...
Santos wants to wipe away the tears...
...make you happy.
I want you to tell me something.
I want you to tell me,
did you do anything to Johnnie?
Did you hurt him?
I wanna know.
I did not do anything
to Johnnie Farragut.
You swear? On your mother?
I swear. On my mother.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Now, come on, we got to go.
I got word.
Kids are moving through Texas,
and I think a happy ending
is being arranged there.
That's it. Give me a smile.
You're the only one...
...that always came through for me.
I smell your shit now, Johnnie.
Give us one more kiss, Reggie!
Fuck me!
Fuck me.
Fuck me!
Fuck that.
We hunt buffalo now.
Can't wait no more.
Remember that number.
Ten.
I can't stop her, Johnnie.
But... Im gonna be
standing right behind you
with this big old gun here.
It's a marine issue.
I go out now.
- Reggie!
- Yeah.
Show him now.
I forget to show you this.
Santos?
Oh, God, Marietta, honey.
One.
Bye, now.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Getting too fucking hot now, Reggie.
Five.
Feeling myself.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Fuck me now, Reggie!
Ten.
Why in the hell do you wanna
come to Big Tuna, Sail?
I know it ain't exactly Emerald City.
It ain't as bad as the weather, though.
It's an awful long way off
that road to California.
Why in the hell
do you wanna come here, baby?
Look at this.
So, what do you want,
Mr. Snakeskin?
I was hoping you could tell me
if there's a contract out on me.
I really need to know.
By who?
Santos. Or Marietta Fortune.
I heard you were going
with that bitch's daughter.
You heard right.
You are one big, stupid asshole.
Don't you know that her mommy
and Santos killed her daddy?
So maybe one night
you got too close to a fire.
So, baby, you're gonna burn.
I didn't see nothing.
Sure. H did.
Is there a contract?
We had a deal once...
we'd tip each other off
if we ever heard.
I know.
I remember.
Well?
I heard of nothing.
Thanks.
Sail, honey, is that you?
The one and only.
Did you get that oil, baby?
Yes, sirree.
I met a guy named Red,
owns a garage.
What's that smell?
I barfed.
Tried to make it to the bathroom.
Turned out to be
the wrong door, anyways.
I think all this driving's
upsetting me, baby.
Do you think we could stay
and rest here a couple of days?
Are you carsick, sweetheart?
A little. I guess.
Sail, honey.
I hope seeing that girl die didn't jinx us.
I got this for you.
It has 40 different flavors.
One for pretty near
every reason I love you.
Sail, I'm gonna save this.
But if I ever eat it,
I'll be thinking of you.
Robert Brenton and two passengers...
William Reece
and Julie Day... were killed
when his car went off the road
on Highway 118.
Robert Brenton... that dumb fuck!
That stupid shit!
That fucking Bob was so fucking dumb,
he deserved to die!
That asshole!
Timmy, what's going on
over there in number four
where all them bright lights
are all the time?
Them are making
a pornographic movie.
Texas style.
You wanna join in?
One thing about surviving
in Big Tuna...
you gotta have
an active sense of humor.
- How you doin'?
- Hey, Rex.
This here is Bose Spool.
We call him Double Aught Spool.
Man there's a rocket scientist.
My dog barks some.
Mentally, you picture my dog...
...but I have not told you
the type dog which I have.
Perhaps you might even picture Toto
from The Wizard of Oz.
But I can tell you
my dog is always with me.
Hey, everybody.
- Bobby.
- Hey, Bobby.
Sailor, Lula,
this here is the man himself.
Bobby, this is Sailor and Lula...
the two most recent strandees,
economic variety.
Bobby Peru.
Just like the country.
Bobby just rolled into town
a couple days ago.
Yeah, Bobby here
is the most exciting item to hit Big Tuna
since the '86 cyclone
sheared the roof off the high school.
You from Texas, Mr. Peru?
I'm from all over.
I see you was in the marines.
Four years.
Bobby was at Cao Bang.
What's Cao Bang?
How old are you?
Twenty.
Whole lotta women, kids,
and old people died at Cao Bang.
You was on a ship, partner.
Pretty hard to make contact
with the people
when you're out floatin'
in the fucking Gulf of Tonkin.
Come on, Bobby.
Have yourself another glass of Jack.
Okay?
Don't mind if I fuckin' do.
Speakin' of Jack...
One-eyed Jack's yearnin' to go
a-peepin' in a seafood store.
All right.
Nice meetin' you.
- Adios, boys.
- See ya, Bobby.
Bobby's got a way.
Can't shake that institution odor.
Baby, I still ain't feelin' so well.
I'm going to bed.
Will you come with me?
Yeah. I'll come along.
Well... good night.
- Good night.
- Night.
Lordy, what was that all about?
I don't know.
Man, that barf smell don't fade fast.
Is there anything I can do for you?
I don't think so, Sail.
I just need to lie down.
Sail, you know what?
I know you ain't
particularly pleased being here.
Not that.
I'm gonna write it down.
'Cause I can't say it.
You can't say it?
I can't say this... not out loud.
Oh, God.
It's okay by me, Peanut.
Nothing personal,
but I ain't so sure it's okay by me.
Really, Sail,
it ain't nothin' against you, baby.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I know.
I'm just sort of uncomfortable
about how things has been going.
Seems we sorta broke down
along that yellow brick road.
And this don't help soothe me.
Honey, I promise I ain't gonna
let things get no worse.
Not in a million years.
Yeah.
Hey, pretty woman.
Is Sailor here?
He's changing the oil out in our car.
Man, I gotta take a piss bad.
Can I use your head?
- Yeah, I guess.
- I don't mean your head head.
I'm not gonna piss on your head,
your hair and all.
Just gonna piss in the toilet.
Y'all take a listen.
You'll hear a deep sound
coming down from Bobby Peru.
You got the smell in this room of puke.
You been puking, little girl?
You sick?
Pregnant?
You used the toilet,
now you can go.
It ain't none of your business
what I do around here, that's for sure.
You know, I sure do like a woman
with nice tits like yours,
who talks tough and looks like
she can fuck like a bunny.
Can you fuck like that?
You like it like a bunny?
'Cause if you do, baby,
I'll fuck you good.
Like a big old jackrabbit bunny...
jump all around that hole.
Bobby Peru don't come up for air.
Get out.
Am I scaring you?
Your pussy wet?
Is it wet?
Don't jump back so slow.
I thought you was a bunny.
Bunny jump fast.
You jump back slow.
Means something, don't it?
It means something to me.
It means you want Bobby Peru.
You want Bobby Peru
to fuck you hard, baby...
open you like a Christmas present.
You want me to do it?
Just a simple yes or no.
Just feel me breathing on you.
And you know I mean business
when it comes to fucking.
Get out!
Bobby Peru... grab you...
hold you tight...
feel everything inside you.
Be quiet.
Say "fuck me" and I'll leave.
- No way. Get out!
- Say it!
I'll tear your fucking heart out, girl!
Say "fuck me."
Say "fuck me"
and then I'll leave.
Say "fuck me."
Whisper it.
Say it.
Say it.
Say it.
Say "fuck me."
Whisper it.
"Fuck me."
"Fuck me."
Say it. "Fuck me."
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Someday, honey, I will.
But I gotta get goin'.
Sing.
Don't cry.
Need a hand?
Thanks, Bobby, about done.
How about a beer?
Beer.
Well...
Yeah, Bobby, that'd be fine.
Where's that pretty
little lady of yours today?
She's up in our room restin'.
Hasn't been feeling well lately.
Sorry to hear it.
I've been studying
the situation over in Lobo.
Take two men to handle it.
What's that?
Feed store keeps
up to 5K in their safe.
Need me a good boy
for backup. Even split.
You interested?
No, man.
I don't think so.
Be easy, Sailor.
There's two employees,
I take 'em in the back to open the safe,
and you just keep the door covered.
You ain't plannin' on raising a family
in the Big Tuna, are you?
Wait a minute.
What do... what do you mean by family?
Well, I mean, like Lula...
...being in the family way and all.
Lula tell you that she's pregnant?
Couple of grand or two
sure would give you two a leg up,
get you out to the West Coast, Mexico,
just about any place
with a couple of dollars in your jeans.
I got it figured good, Sailor.
When did you talk to Lula?
I talked to her this afternoon.
When you was out.
Did... did she really...
did she really say she was pregnant?
I just took a guess, that's all.
You in or out on this deal?
I ain't fucking sure, Bobby.
Don't take too long to think about it.
Had enough?
I have now.
Come on.
Come on, let's go outside.
I got something to show you.
Right here is a double barrel
sawed-off Ithaca shotgun.
Next to it we got
a cold Smith and Wesson
.38 handgun with a 4-inch barrel.
Those'll do her.
Really loosen up that five grand.
Two and a half
for you and the little lady.
How much money you got
between the two of you?
Forty bucks.
This is easy money, partner.
Ain't nobody gonna get hurt
in this thing.
And I don't think
you can afford to pass it up.
I'll be bringing the Eldo
round the back of the motel
at 10:00 in the morning.
Really could set
you and that little lady up good.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
That kind of money...
get us a long way
down that yellow brick road.
But goddamn it,
this better go real smooth.
Do you understand me?
Like taking candy from a fuckin' baby.
Here comes Sailor.
You been drinking?
A few beers is all.
Feeling any better?
Can't tell yet.
That smell's still filling this room good.
So, where'd you say you was?
I went with Bobby.
Let's leave here.
We're going to, Peanut.
Real soon.
You up to something
with Bobby Peru, Sailor?
What could I be up to, Lula?
That Bobby Peru's a black angel, Sail.
You hook up with him,
and you'll regret it...
...if you live to.
Thanks, darlin'.
I know you got my best interest in mind.
I appreciate it sincerely.
I love you,
but I gotta get some sleep now.
This whole world's wild at heart
and weird on top.
I wish you'd sing me Love Me Tender.
I wish I was somewhere
over the rainbow.
It's just shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
The whole gang, huh?
Yup.
You know, you look
a whole lot better in the flesh.
The cobra's ready to strike, chica.
You know that guy Sailor?
He came by the other afternoon.
He wanted to know
if there was a contract on him.
No shit?
- You know him?
- I used to.
What'd you say?
No, of course.
That's right.
Could have a bad accident, though.
Before, during, or after a holdup.
What am I doin' here?
Sailor, what are you doing here, man?
I can't do this.
Climb in back.
What the hell is she doing here, man?!
She's my girl.
She's driving.
That bother you?
Come on, jump in.
You owe me one.
Come on, Mr. Big Round Balls.
Let's go and make us
some easy money.
Yeah.
They say the eagle flies on Friday.
Get that mask on!
Keep it revvin', chiquita.
We'll be right back.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.
Remember that.
That's right, partner.
All right!
Morning, farm boys.
In the back.
Get in the back now!
Both of you!
Anyone comes in,
herd 'em back here quick.
All right!
All right, boys,
let's make this nice and easy.
Come on, come on!
Keep your hands up high.
Are you waiting for somebody, Miss?
Mm-hmm.
Mi esposo.
He's in the feed store
picking up some supplies.
Well, you best be watching
that cigarette, ma'am.
It's just about to burn down
between your fingers.
Gracias. Officer.
I haven't seen you before.
You from here in Lobo?
No.
Hold it there!
Big Tuna, huh?
That's quite a little drive, isn't it?
Yup.
Let's go!
Say cheese.
Stay put. Don't move.
Cool it, man!
You're next, fucker.
Those are dummies, dummy.
Okay.
Why don't you step up here, hot shot?
I'll slap that smile right off your face.
Okay.
Stop, you sons of bitches!
This is the police!
Hold it, or I'll shoot!
Oh, for Christ' sakes.
That poor bastard.
Put your hands
behind your head, cowboy.
Lula, I really let you down this time.
Peanut!
Look at this damn thing!
You gotta get that thing
sewed back on.
They sew them things back on.
Works good as new.
I can't find it.
Where is the damn thing?
It's gotta be in here somewhere.
Pardon me, I'm looking for 770378.
Sailor, baby.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
My baby.
Sweetest one.
Oh, sweetheart.
Mommy's gonna take you home.
You're gonna go home.
Santos is gonna help us.
He's gonna take us
to the airport in San Antonio.
It's okay, baby.
Come. We're gonna go.
Yes, okay.
- Mama?
- Yes.
Sailor is in deep trouble here.
I can't just leave him.
Oh, yes, you can!
Yes! You can.
Yes.
Yes.
Your mama was real worried
about you, honey.
Me, too.
Can you give
your old friend Santos a hug?
Oh, my God.
Dearest Sailor. Darling.
The first thing you'll wart to know
is Im keeping the baby.
Mama wasnt for it in the beginning.
But h think she's looking forward to it.
Im gonna name it Pace.
Ro matter if it's a boy or a girl.
It's kinda hard to believe that Pace
will be six years old when you get out.
Our child.
H love you. Sailor.
I miss dancin' and talkin'.
And especially the other.
What time does Sailor's train get in?
If I asked you not to go...
It wouldn't make any difference.
Girl!
What if I told you not to go?!
Mama, if you get in the way
of me and Sailor's happiness,
I'll fucking pull your arms out
by the roots!
No!
Shit!
Mama! You almost crashed us!
An accident, baby.
Hide.
Oh, no!
Oh, man!
Hey, man! Same fucking thing
happened to me last year.
You must be my son.
Shake hands with your daddy, Pace.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Pace.
I read a lot about you.
You hungry?
Lead the way.
No!
No! No!
No!
What's wrong, Mama?
Don't worry, son.
Just stay here.
I'm sorry, Sailor.
I just can't help it.
You just give me
one little minute, I'll quit.
The boy's frightened, Lula.
This ain't no good.
Really, Sail, I'll be okay.
It's a mistake, honey.
You two go on.
I'll walk back to the depot.
What are you talking about?
That's your son in there.
He ain't never known me, Lula,
so there's not much for him to forget.
And not seeing each other for six years
makes it next best to simple for us, too.
How can you say this, Sail?
It's what makes sense is all.
But please don't do this, Sail.
Oye. Amigo.
If ever something don't feel right to you,
remember what Pancho said
to the Cisco Kid.
"Let's went, before we're dancin'
at the end of a rope without music."
You've been doin' fine
without me, Peanut.
There's no need to make life
tougher than it has to be.
Sailor, come back!
What do you faggots want?
The Good Witch.
Sailor Ripley, Lula loves you.
But I'm a robber
and a manslaughterer.
And I haven't had
any parental guidance.
She's forgiven you all these things.
You love her.
Don't be afraid, Sailor.
But I'm wild at heart.
If you're truly wild at heart,
you'll fight for your dreams.
Don't turn away from love, Sailor.
Don't turn away from love.
Don't turn away from love.
Had enough, asshole?
Yes, I have.
And I want to apologize
to you gentlemen
for referring to you as homosexuals.
I also wanna thank you, fellas.
You've taught me
a valuable lesson in life.
Baby. Baby!
I just met the Good Witch.
Love me tender
Love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so
Love me tender
Love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will
Love me tender
Love me long
Take me to your heart
For it's there that I belong
And we'll never part
Love me tender
Love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will
Love me tender
Love me dear
Tell me you are mine
I'll be yours through all the years
Till the end of time
Love me tender
Love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will